And in the world a heart of darkness, a firezone, where poets speak their hearts then bleed for it. Jara sang, his song a weapon, in the hands of love. You know his blood still cries from the ground. It runs like a river to the sea. We run like a river runs to the sea.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 153 | 2011-03-10 11:15:10 | 59.58 | |
| 38 | 2011-03-07 16:46:58 | 68.03 |